Well, that's pretty much it for another year (and yes, I know all about the 12 days of christmas and the tree not coming down before twelfth night but how much good cheer is a man expected to take).
The most notable thing this year was the complete absence of television. I can honestly say that from first thing on christmas eve to close of play on boxing day we didn't put the tv on once.
I guess that like most families we usually retire to the sofa after our turkey and watch The Great Escape or The Sound of Music....this year though we walked, sang, laughed, played games, read and cycled.
As usual our french friends oohed & aahed over the christmas pudding and went yuck to the jelly in the trifle. They marvelled at the fact that our christmas tree sat precariously on a Mont Blanc size present mountain (even though I have been pleading poverty ever since Lehman Brothers toppled) and they invited us into their homes and treated us like cherished members of their family.
Enough is enough though. It's time to get back to work.
I have to continue my search for a 2,000m2 plot of building land on the edge of cognac and an old house with barns around Segonzac.
Or do I have time to squeeze in just one last mince pie....
www.cognacproperty.com
1 comment:
If you're lucky enough to have any mince pies left then squeeze one last one in !!
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